After several seasons of
using a toaster oven and mini refrigerator, we finally have a kitchen. Real
floors, real furniture, and no more piles of plaster and wood shavings all over
the place.
With enough (well,
there is never really enough) cabinet and counter space, we can cook
real meals. The dining area has views of the village business district,
including Red's Eats and the harbor.
This end of the
second floor hallway has enough room for some furniture, and the ever-present
dog crate.